Jackson (5 page)

“I need you to try and make contact as soon as possible,” Cato said. “We’ve got to know what’s happening. It’s dangerous to have the ships in view for long.”

I eased myself up so I could peek through the crack in the window. Gallatin sat on the edge of his cot, shoulders rounded and hands clasped. His sister was tense, her pale face showed dark circles under her blue eyes, and her hair that was always smoothed back in a perfect twist was coming undone with tendrils hanging on her cheeks.

“I know it’s sudden, but you must move past your grief,” she continued. “We have to rise to meet this challenge.”

“I will,” he said, and I couldn’t help notice the change in his voice. It was like he’d matured overnight, and he sounded like a leader.

“Ovett’s tracking the renegade band in the woods. We’ll do our best to round them up and clear their minds. But if he’s unsuccessful, we’ll have to leave them to create their own stories. It’s happened before.”

Gallatin nodded.

“I’d hoped to do a better job covering our tracks, but your uncle leaves us little room for such courtesies.” Cato’s voice was bitter. “If he comes here, it’ll be far worse for them.”

I sat against the wall, and my panicked mind flooded with thoughts—terror at the idea of his uncle here, but also curiosity. Who was this renegade band in the woods? Could they have Jackson?

Either way, it was all coming to an end. We’d be free to go back to our lives and leave here. At the same time, he’d be gone. I eased up again in time to see Cato cross to her brother. He stood in front of her, keeping his head bowed. His hair hung over the right side of his face, over his scar, and I watched her study him a moment.

The affection that was so apparent the day he’d arrived was still there, but now she held herself apart. Her posture was more formal, as if their relationship had changed. She brought her hands to her chest and made a sign over her heart, her fist pressed flat against her palm, as she bowed slightly.

“I’m very proud to have you as my Guard, brother. May our grandfather’s strength live on in you.”

Gallatin brought his hands to his chest in the same salute and bowed to her, but their gaze never met. A sad smile crossed Cato’s slim face, and she went to the door and closed it. Gallatin went to his bed and lay heavily on his stomach. Then he turned to the side and clutched a pillow into his chest, wrapping his arms around it. I knew he was still grieving his grandfather, and I hated to disturb him. But the thought of Flora lying unresponsive in her bed drove me on. I tapped softly on the window.

He sat up fast, light flickering in his eyes, and before I could speak, he was helping me through the window.

“Prentiss,” he whispered, pulling me into his arms. “I was just thinking about you, wishing you were here.”

I held him a moment, wanting to comfort him. Our arms were tight, our bodies warm against each other. “I’m sorry to keep disturbing you.”

“You make me feel better.” His head moved, and I felt him kiss the side of my hair.

“But I need you—”

“I need you, too.”

I stopped speaking at his words. Painful emotions ached in my stomach, but I couldn’t acknowledge that I needed him back. It hurt too much knowing what was coming. His hand was on the side of my cheek where he’d been smoothing my skin. My arms were around his waist, where I’d been holding him. His gaze lingered on my mouth, and I wanted to lean into him, to share another kiss. He seemed to want the same thing, but we didn’t have time.

“Something’s wrong,” I said, breaking the spell. “I need your help.”

“What is it?” The smile that had touched his lips vanished.

“I don’t know. Flora’s sick or she’s having an episode. She won’t move,” I hadn’t realized how frightened I was until I started to shake.

He pulled me to him but I caught my breath and pushed back again.

“We’ve got to go
now
.” I stood and went to the window.

“This way,” he said, catching my hand and leading me through the door. “We need Shubuta.”

“Shubuta?” I stepped back and pulled my hand out of his.

“She knows the most about human biology. She took all the blood samples and catalogued the records.”

“Blood samples? Records? What do you mean?”

“When they took everyone, a little bit of blood was drawn to be sure no one had conditions that needed to be monitored. Or allergies. Anything that could cause emergency situations.”

“Oh my god!” I collapsed against the wall. “Where did they take the blood?”

“Probably from your arm? Isn’t that the usual place?”

“A bandage on our arms.” In a flash, I remembered it clearly—me on a cot in the sterile exam room. The woman behind the mask was Shubuta.

“What’s wrong?” Gallatin stopped and came back, placing his hands on my shoulders.

“There are no chips.”

“I don’t understand.” His dark brows furrowed. “You’re hungry?”

I shook my head. “No. Just—not now. We can talk about it later. We’ve got to help Flora now. She’s anemic.”

“Shubuta will know. Come on.”

Gallatin raced with me to the long buildings a few yards ahead of us. As we approached, I realized they were mostly empty. Only four female soldiers seemed to be in the first one, while three males were in the other. They were all gone.

“Where is everyone?” I whispered as I watched him tapping on the wooden door to the female barracks.

“Some are with the ship. Ovett took another small group to try and round up some kids in the woods who’ve been causing trouble.”

“Round them up?”

“We can’t let them damage the ship, and their memories have to be... Shubuta?” he called, but no one answered. “It’s possible she’s in the yard with the other women.”

We took off running toward the barn and the rows. I spotted the small group of my friends following their alien leader.

“Wait here,” he said, running up to Shubuta.

I watched as Gallatin spoke quickly. The Team One leader studied the ground, and I could see she was thinking, making mental notes as he spoke. I made mental notes of what all I knew now. No chips, kids in the woods, rounding them up.

Everything in me said it was time to run, and yet watching him talk to her, doing all he could to help me, I couldn’t put him in danger. I wanted to let him leave, but at the same time, I wanted him to stay.

The two quickly moved in my direction, picking up speed as we approached the dorm. Yolanda was still with Flora when we approached the bed, but Flora hadn’t moved. My throat ached it was so tight, and the alien doctor pulled her lids apart as I’d done.

Then she turned to us. “How long has she been this way?”

Yolanda and I shook our heads. “She complained last night that her stomach hurt, and she was very pale,” I said.

Shubuta pressed her lips together then she put her head on Flora’s chest and listened.

“Heart rate’s very slow, but no fever. I don’t understand...”

“She’s anemic,” I whispered. “She’d been saying she felt tired every day. I tried to help her.”

Gallatin placed his hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay. Shubuta can take care of it.”

“I’m not sure I can,” she said. “I need to get her meal records.”

“She was eating her meat!” I added quickly. “I even gave her all of mine to help.”

“Yes! And I gave her all of mine last night when you were gone,” Yolanda added.

“You did
WHAT!?
” Shubuta’s eyes flew wide, and her face contorted in a way that frightened me. I stepped back into Gallatin’s chest, my knees shaking in my pants.

“I—”

“It’s an overdose! Quick! Gallatin, get her to the kitchen! I’ve got to pump her stomach. We may still have time.”

In a flash he swept her out of the bed and ran after Shubuta, who was already across the lawn and pushing through the screen doors of the dining hall. Yolanda and I ran after them, but the entire world was swimming before my eyes.

Gallatin had said the drugs weren’t dangerous, only a mild sedative... This couldn’t be happening! I watched in shock as he lay my best friend on the metal counter separating the kitchen from the hall. Shubuta pulled a long rubber hose from under one of the sinks and flexed it back and forth in her hands. She pulled Flora into a sitting position, and Gallatin held her mouth open as the alien doctor fed the tube down my comatose friend’s throat.

Tears flooded my eyes, and I staggered back as she began to squeeze the hot water bottle at the other end of the tube. Yolanda was with me, and we clutched each others arms as we watched the nightmare. Tears streamed down her dark cheeks as well.

“It all makes sense now.” A tremor moved through Yolanda’s body as she spoke. “What’s wrong with D’Lo, Braxton. Why we’re so tired all the time. They’ve been drugging the meat.”

All at once, I felt it coming. I pushed away and ran to the sink, gripping the cold metal sides as my body heaved. Nothing came up. I hadn’t eaten in almost twenty-four hours. A hand touched my back, and I saw Yolanda’s legs. She held my hair away from my face, but all I could do now was clutch the side of the sink, sobbing and dry heaving.

Eventually my body stopped, but my chest was hollow, my eyes and throat hurt.

“It’s not working.” A female voice behind me murmured. “We’re too late.”

I looked up to see Shubuta slowly easing the tube out of Flora’s mouth and Gallatin gently lowering her shoulders to the metal table. He leaned over her again and then squeezed his eyes shut. I collapsed to the floor, tears blurring my vision.

In that moment it all came crashing down. Our fantasy that somehow we were insulated from the things happening here was all over. Everything was spoiled—the good will, the hope for a future. It was all ruined.

Strong hands tried to lift me, but I pushed away from them. Flora counted on me. I’d told her I’d get her out of here, back to her mom, and I failed. Pushing against the floor, I stumbled to her lifeless body on the table and hugged her to me.

My voice cracked with my whimpers. “I’m so sorry, Flora.” Shudders of guilt and grief shook my body. “I’m so, so sorry.”

This time when the hands came, I allowed them to pull me away. Shubuta took a thick white tablecloth, and with a grim look, she began wrapping it around Flora’s skinny legs.

“No!” I cried, but the hands were stronger and continued leading me away.

I closed my eyes and all I could see were the cinnamon freckles across her pale nose. Her weak smile, her hopes for getting back home. All of it was lost. All of it was gone, and all of it was my fault.

* * *

W
hen I opened my eyes again, I was in the bed in the small cabin below the barn, but this time I was alone. I rolled onto my back and looked around Gallatin’s space. It all seemed so normal. A desk was in the corner, clothes lay unfolded on the back of a chair. A stack of books sat on the floor, some of which were dog-eared from being well-read.

Nothing hinted at the plotting and planning, the mind-control and manipulation. Again tears filled my eyes, and I rolled onto my side facing the wall again. My heart hurt so badly for so many things. My mind had been reeling for so long, I’d almost forgotten what it was like to think normally.

My only worries used to be what Dr. Green might ask me to do that day after school or convincing Jackson to take me to the movies. Now there were aliens and drugs and death. A soft creak made me tense, and I turned my head to see Gallatin stepping through the door carrying a pail, a worried look on his face.

“I brought you something to eat,” he said.

“You’re joking, right?” I almost didn’t recognize my own voice, it was so hard and bitter.

“It’s not from the general supply. It’s from my own rations.”

“Then eat it yourself.”

Gallatin’s shoulders fell and he dropped into the chair. It was the same chair he’d sat in the day Bully was born. The day he’d saved my life.

“Prentiss, please. You haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“You honestly think I could eat anything you gave me?”

“I want you to know, this was never supposed to happen.”

“It never would’ve happened if you’d never come here.” At that I began to cry.

He put his head in his hands, and I turned my face toward the wall. For a while it was silent. Then a cicada began to screech outside the window.

“I changed Yolanda’s memory,” he said softly. “I wanted to tell you myself. I’m sorry.”

“It never stops, does it?”

“I hate this so much.” His voice was a growl as he stood and walked to the other side of the room. “Everything’s falling apart, and I can’t fix it. Now I’m supposed to focus on being a Guard, forget what’s happened, forget about you and me. Us. As if I can do that.”

His back was to me as he spoke, anger radiating in his words. “I’m sick of hiding. I’m sick of people being hurt and dying. I want to stop running. I don’t care about reclaiming Gliese. I want a home. I want peace.”

I lay in his small bed a few moments longer before I slowly pushed the sheet back. My coveralls were on the floor by the window, and I picked them up and stepped into them. As I pulled the zipper up, my fingers grazed the pendant still hanging around my neck. The pendant of a warrior.

His back was to me, his elbows were on top of the dresser, hands in his hair. I placed the thin copper disc on its leather cord beside his scarred arm, and for a moment, all the good feelings I’d had for him rushed to the surface. They were ferocious and insistent. My arms wanted to circle his waist and comfort him, allow him to comfort me, but like he said. I was strong.

Instead, I turned and went to the door. “I need to see my brother now.”

And with that, I left him alone.

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T
he sky was grey and light rain was falling as I walked across the yard to the dining hall. It was the first time it had rained since we’d been here, and from the looks of the clouds, it wasn’t stopping any time soon.

Breakfast was over and everyone was inside the dormitory lying in their beds, mourning Flora. I went to Braxton’s bunk and was struck by the change in his demeanor. His face was brighter and in spite of the heaviness that hung in the air, he smiled as I approached.